Chapter 383 Two Years of Gains

Half an hour later, the blue-haired girl opened her eyes, supported herself on the bed with both hands, and gently poked a hole out.

Feeling the changes in her body, the blue-haired girl was a little confused. She looked at Kyle with awe, more admiration, and nostalgia.

Meeting her eyes, Kyle naturally knew what this thirteen-year-old girl was thinking, but he had no such thoughts now, at least until his master got married.

"Your real name is Lyanna, codename is Lan."

"Yes, master." The blue-haired girl replied crisply.

Seeing this, Kyle nodded with satisfaction and said, "During this period, I will teach you personally until you are promoted to the silver rank. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me and I will answer you."

"You also have a companion named La Haier, codenamed Gray."

"Your position is my assistant, and that's why I bought you back."

"I understand, master, I won't let you down." Lan clenched her fists, her eyes became firm, she must become the master's most capable assistant.

Looking at her eyes, Kyle seemed to see himself more than ten years ago, exactly the same as he was then.

Kyle reached out and rubbed Lan's hair, smiling and said, "Don't be too stressed."

Lan closed her eyes and enjoyed this peaceful and warm moment.

...

In mid-December of the 9737th year of the Glorious Calendar, the alert mission that lasted less than two years officially ended.

On the morning of December 21, all the troops of the 27th Corps returned to their bases and moved south.

In the 135th Corps, everyone had regrets on their faces, and there was only one reason: they had not dug enough.

Looking around, Weilin could clearly see that the skin of the little nobles had whitened a lot. It was obvious that they ran into the mine and personally picked up the iron pickaxe to dig, praying to collect more wealth.

Sure enough, in the face of interests, these nobles put down their faces.

After all, compared to their own faces, the benefits in hand are more important.

"This time we retreat southward, our legion will be the last to evacuate."

"In order to prevent the dwarves from attacking, keep your armor on your body and your weapons in your hands, and be ready for battle at any time."

"Yes, legion commander."

The meeting was very brief. Weilin just announced some important matters and then dissolved the meeting.

A new military operation is about to begin. Weilin has a rare leisure time. He doesn't have to get up at six in the morning and go to bed at eleven in the evening, and he doesn't have to be watched by Kyle every day.

Walk out of the tent, open your arms, greet the sun, and feel unprecedented ease.

After eight months of hard training, his strength has increased significantly, but the desire to be lazy has become more and more serious. It is really a contradictory psychology.

"My lord, how to deal with those gray goblins? There are as many as 150,000 slaves in the two batches." Kyle came to Weilin and asked in a low voice.

"Send someone to contact the centaur Sulilun and hand these slaves over to them."

"I understand."

Kyle naturally understood his master's thoughts. There were too many gray-skinned goblin slaves. If they were found to be massacred, they would have a bad reputation.

If they were all handed over to the centaurs, it would have nothing to do with them.

It just so happened that there were 30,000 feather arrows in the warehouse. I believe those centaurs would be very happy to accept this batch of gray-skinned goblin slaves.

...

In the centaur camp at the foot of Black Kiln Mountain, the chieftain of the Centaur Tribe, Rodis Duskhammer, fell into deep thought after listening to Sulilun's report.

Thanks to the trade with humans, they obtained a large number of weapons. Although some of them could not adapt to the size of the weapons, they were very sharp in killing gray-skinned goblins. After all, this was the standard weapon of the dwarf army and was very durable.

"Chief, the human mind is very simple. They are about to evacuate, but these cunning and sly humans are unwilling to massacre the gray-skinned goblin slaves, so they want to use our hands to eliminate this hidden danger." Surilon crossed his hands, bowed and saluted, and expressed his guess.

"If it were on the battlefield, I would kill all the enemies without hesitation, but facing this group of gray-skinned goblin slaves who could not resist, if I did this, it would cause hostility from other races around."

Rodis was very envious of the feather arrows in the hands of humans, but it was difficult for him to make up his mind to massacre the unarmed gray-skinned goblin slaves.

"Chief, we have discovered a lot of mineral resources. Since these gray-skinned goblins have been digging for nearly two years, we can take over and send them to the mines to dig, creating a steady stream of income for our centaurs." A centaur general reminded him, and the situation was opened up instantly.

Rodis thought for a moment and felt that his thoughts had gone astray. After the guidance of the centaur general, he instantly found the way to make a fortune.

In the past, they also captured gray goblins as slaves and as food, but they did not have the ability to train slaves to mine. As for these gray goblins with low IQ, it goes without saying that they were just a group of worms with some IQ who only knew how to reproduce.

"Amos, your proposal is very good. In my opinion, this is not a burden at all. It is clearly 150,000 mining experts." Rodis praised highly. He is worthy of being the most intelligent centaur general. He is just a little smaller and thinner. He is not a threat to himself at all. He is a very capable assistant.

"Surilun, this matter is handed over to you. Remember to pretend to be embarrassed."

"Yes, Chieftain."

Rodis is in a very good mood now. Since he started trading with humans, everything has been going well for him.

The gray goblins, who used to be regarded as lowly as worms, brought him a steady stream of weapons and equipment. Now they can be used as mining slaves to create a steady stream of value for their tribe.

Three days later, after Kyle packed up the 150,000 gray goblins in his hand and handed them to Surilon, he devoted himself to the statistics of this harvest.

Late at night, Lan brought a cup of hot tea and placed it next to Kyle, then stood aside, staring at his master intently.

After Kyle's special training, it only took Lan three months to adapt to his own strength and advance to become a silver low-level wind dancer archer.

"You go and rest first, I still have things to do." Kyle turned his head and looked at Lan who was still waiting for him, and said softly.

"Yes, Master. "

Lan said reluctantly, but still returned to his tent to rest.

Two hours later, looking at the statistical data in his hand, Kyle smiled.

Except for the things handed over to the Sixth Command, the harvest this time was not cheap, with a total value of about 2.1 billion gold coins.